The Twin Hearts Port 4
Chapter 119

Three years passed. A lot has changed over time. Likes and sorrows alternately welcome the household A squad. Their principles are all the same. And only one. If it is your choice, then survive whatever the conditions.

They hold to their principles. His name is also two heads made one. There must be a lot of clashes if each other scramble for their egos. The best way is. Face to face or side. Minimizes impact. To create harmony and compassion.

Aylin's son, Kafka Bachtiar Wicaksana, is now about a year and a half old. Shafiq is 3 years old and will soon have a twin sister. Maris and Damar are still waiting for the trust of God. And now, Adel is 5 months pregnant. Ilyas is on task in Palestine.

Worrying comes to him every day. But, he believed in the promise of his soldiers. He'll be home, when. But that promise must be. Adel will just follow his heart. Not wanting to think about anything beyond his expectations. Because he knew, he would not be able to handle it.

"Abang, have you eaten?" ask Adel when making a video call.

"Have Adek eaten yet?" Adel nodded. Shafiq who was being entrusted in Magelang because Humai had hyperemesis gravidarum, entered his tant room.

"Mother what?" Call Shafiq to Adel. That was Shafiq's favorite call to him. "On the phone with Ilyas' father. Why aren't you bobok??"

Syafiq. He ran and sat on Adel's bed. "Assalamualaikum son of Dad. How's it not bobbing, son?"

"Not yet sleepy. Want to nemenin mother first!" shafiq.

"Well, where's the short letter from, son?" ask Ilyas.

"Until Iqra', it's hard!" plain syafiq. Adel clucking. "Kan mama sudab said, don't say hard. He said, Shafiq can hide! That's so!" said Adel.

Shafiq nodded while scraping his nose. Makes Ilyas laugh amusedly. Ilyas questioned Shafiq, but he was still focused on the one inside his nose. "It's so bad you want" said Adel.

"Ck, not slovenly Mother, this if not taken is not tasty. Well can!" Shafiq takes upil out of his nose. Makes Ilyas laugh out loud. While Adel shuddered in horror mixed in disgust.

"Dad, tomorrow Shafiq want to go to the place of the Father and Mother! Don't miss Syafiq, Yah!" Father and Mother are the beloved call of Shafiq to Aylin and Imam.

"Diiiiihhhhhh pedunya exorbitant this brat! Just like Archee!" refute Adel.

"Ck! Abi Archee..... It is not polite to call the old one that way" Syafiq instead advised Adel. Ilyas grew increasingly confused with the behavior of his nephew.

"It's the Deck, you give up! You will lose if you argue with him. There are a lot of things that he will release later"

"Yes Bang. Come Mother deliver sleep in Abi's room. It's Fiq night! Tomorrow if you are late to be picked up by the Father, Father angry Mother is not responsible you know!"

"Yes yes, shafiq is broken. Dad, bobok ya Dad! Do not forget to wash your hands, wash your feet, wash your face, brush your teeth, and read the do'a Yes Well! Assalamualaikum"

"Waalaikum salam. You're also boby Bun, Daddy loves it all. Love you dear"

Adel smiled and nodded. "Love you too Daddy"

The call ended. Adel accompanied Syafiq to sleep. "Mother, when did you come home?"

"Hmmm..... Mother also does not know Fiq. Just pray, later if the cuttings in the stomach of Mother want to be born, Father comes home"

Syafiq. Closed his eyes. Then fall asleep on its own. Mamah Laras went into the room. Seeing that his first grandson was asleep.

"Tomorrow will you go home?" ask Mamah Laras. Adel nodded.

"Mending here during Ilyas duty"

"Later home Adel awaited the other how Mah? Adel can take care of himself Adel Mah. Tomorrow, Aylin's brother will be here with the Imam. They took Shafiq to Sleman. Mumpung Mas Imam has a holiday he said"

Mamah Laras nodded. "Pity see the Shafiq here and there. But how else? Um he can't bring himself. Poor Mamah is with them" Mamah Laras stroked her grandson's hair and kissed him on the forehead.

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In the morning, Aylin, Kafka, and Imam were already at Papah Duta's house. Shafiq playing with Kafka accompanied by Imam. As usual, Syafiq is not willing to share toys with his cousin's sister.

"Et et et, don't scramble. Let's share, because we are." said the Imam.

Shafiq blurted his lips. "Family" he said listlessly. The priest was anxious with the funny behavior of his nephew. "Father, play to the house of Mbah Uti Ais yuk..... Shafiq kangen"

"Mas Fian, Shafiq, go back? Tomorrow play again" he said happy to say goodbye to the child Maryam.

"Yoh! Okay fine! Take the Fiq shootings!" Shafiq nodded in agreement to Arfian's idea. Shafiq returns with Imam and Kafka. They sleep in the car. Aylin and the Imam went straight home to Sleman.

Mak Siwi was very happy with the children. Because his house is crowded. Believe me, the Imam became a good friend to work on Mak Siwi.

"Fiq, what's Budhe Yul doing in the kitchen??"

"Food sir, don't know what"

"Try to get me Father, bring him here. We're making a yuk game!" Shafiq and Kafka nodded with the idea of Imam. I don't know what it is.

"Mother, I asked for food"

"OK" Aylin picked up the small chopped fried banana. "Heat carefully" Shafiq walked very slowly and arrived before the Imam.

The priest smiled at the food. "You wait here, you want to buy chocolate milk first"

Immediately the Imam returned. He immediately poured the chocolate milk over the surface of the fried banana until everything was coated into chocolate. Then he searched for Mak Siwi's whereabouts.

It turned out that Mak Siwi was on the terrace. "Mak! The priest can challenge eating ta*i fried! Mumpung cat Syifa just Ik ok, Mak please rekamin huh??"

"Ha?? Stupid challenge! Ojo! Hiiiiii.... mosuk mbok dung eat?" mak Siwi asked confused. The priest did not answer. Giving his phone to Mak Siwi. The Imam called Shafiq. "Ready! One, two, three, action! Red button pencet Mak"

Mak Siwi only obeyed the word of the Imam. The priest started to talk a little and then ate the fried banana. Shafiq also ate it. Mak Siwi glared and directly threw away the Imam's phone.

Run to the bathroom and throw up there. Aylin and Mbak Yul looked at each other. "Why is Mom??" ask Aylin.

"Bojomu crazy! cat poop is eaten! Hoeeeekkkk"

"Huh? Cat feces?? It's not Mak's cat shit, it's a fried banana"

Mak Siwi opened the bathroom door quickly. "Why is the color brown??"

"Where Aylin knew, but I think Mum was tempted by Mas Imam deh"

Mak Siwi clenched her hands. Then look at Syifa's cat that's gone pup. Mak Siwi grinned viciously. Then he brought the container of dirt and suddenly spilled it over the head of the Imam.

Aylin and Yul laughed following Mak Siwi and laughed seeing the Imam who was disgusted with the one above his head.

"Eat him! Don't worry about you being the same as Mom!" mak Siwi. "Yes, help!"

Aylin. "Moh Mas, gilo me.... Uh, gedang friedkuuuuu"

Aylin ran to the kitchen again and saw his burnt fried banana.

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